The varying degrees of right and wrong quite often bleed in to each other like a sauce splitting in the pan, you can see where the line is drawn, the thin blue marker but quite often we all over step it and find only the act of redemption comes to save us when we do one good thing despite of deep we have gone.

There is always the feeling of definitive and upturned world when it is the detective who finds themselves on the run, the officer who has upheld the law in the best way possible for the town and times he lives in, suddenly thrust into the world of dark, of the ignoble and the fear of being hunted. All those times they have chased down a criminal and won, now in the heat of moral decay, counting for nothing as other officers with grudges and jealousy of success running hot through their veins, close in on their quarry.

There are some killers that just defy explanation, no matter if it is in the blood of real life or the fear of literature and media intrusion, there are killers, murderers, people to whom such depths are crawled that the greatest anomaly, the strangest and unfathomable desire, just makes them such interesting case studies.